Quotes About Brandy

The light is the color of brandy seeping. It has a taste. Your skin tastes it, like you're all over tongues. The taste is sugar-cane, slowly rotting, turning into the great god rum. It's always that magic hour those film-boys love to shoot down here. Always gold.

It's the brandy, Pilot, that an' fornication an' the saintly life I've led.

I never turn down a drink. Among friends it's always appropriate. A man is only a man as they say, but brandy is still brandy. You'll find that in the Talmud too.

Tucker, you tell that girl when I offer to have a brandy with a Yankee, that Yankee better drink.

Completely and totally, permanently and without hope, forever and ever I love Brandy Alexander. And that's enough.

This is your last chance, honey," Brandy says, and her blood is getting all over the place. She says, "Do you love me?" It's when folks ask questions like this that you lose the spotlight.

Brandy Alexander smiling and looking terrific. "They're Vicodins, dear," she says. "It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.

Dinner would have been splendid...if the wine had been as cold as the soup, the beef as rare as the service, the brandy as old as the fish, and the maid as willing as the Duchess.

Unfortunately his urge to write had suddenly petered out and he did not know what to do with himself. He was not sleepy having slept after dinner. The brandy only added to the nuisance. He was a big heavy man of the hairy sort with a somewhat Beethovenlike face. He had lost his wife in November. He had taught philosophy. He was exceedingly virile. His name was Adam Krug.

So, after three days of incessant brandy-drinking, he had burned out the youth from his blood, he had achieved this kindled state of oneness with all the world, which is the end of youth's most passionate desire.

When I see a merchant overpolite to his customers, begging them to taste a little brandy and throwing half his goods on the counter—thinks I, that man has an ax to grind.

Christopher sipped with pleasure at a single brandy, prolonging it. "I have serious doubts about the value of democracy. That's a terrible thing for an American to say, isn't it? Democracy depends on a certain minimal level of education for everybody, and America tries to give it to everybody—but we really haven't got it. And it isn't even true that everybody wants it. . . .

snapdragon', which is 'a kind of play, in which brandy is set on fire, and raisins are thrown into it, which those who are unused to the sport are afraid to take out; but which may be safely snatched by a quick motion, and put blazing into the mouth, which being closed, the fire is at once extinguished'.

The merchant, diffusing a smell of brandy around him, and restraining loud hiccups, approvingly nodded his head at every sentence.

Brandy is one of my favorite vocalists. Jay-Z is my favorite emcee outside of Biggie.

Voltaire was also there, fleeing a royal arrest warrant, and working as a kind of one-man eighteenth-century USO show during the siege, offering bons mots and brandy between bouts of battle and composing odes to the military men. The

Halley had become England's second astronomer royal in 1720, after John Flamsteed's death. The puritanical Flamsteed had reason to roll over in his grave at this development, since in life he had denounced Halley for drinking brandy and swearing "like a sea-captain." And of course Flamsteed never forgave Halley, or his accomplice Newton, for pilfering the star catalogs and publishing them against his will.

Fetch it down an' I'll mix ye a Sampson." It had once been Prudie's favorite drink: brandy and cider and sugar. She stared at Jud as if he were the Devil tempting her to sell her soul.

It's gone!" he shouted. "The brandy!" said Prudie, lurching to her feet. "'Ere, who's stolen it? 'Twas there an hour gone—" "Not all three kegs!" said Constable Vage, instantly alert. "Why we did oughter have heard them. They couldn't move three kegs without—" "Nay," said Ned Bottrell, shouting above the clamor. "Not the drink, the corpse!

the garden gleams with summer jewelry. We live vy simply—but with all the essentials of life well understood & well provided for—hot baths, cold champagne, new peas, & old brandy.

Messengers wait outside the door, to carry urgent orders for release. It is difficult, when the pen skips over a name, to associate it with the corpse it might belong to, tomorrow or the day after that. There is no sense of evil in the room, just tiredness and the aftertaste of petty squabbling. Camille drinks quite a lot of Fabre's brandy. Towards daybreak, a kind of dismal camaraderie sets in.

If brandy was made out of sparrows there would soon be no sparrows.

Will you take another cup of tea?" Cassandra asked. "I'll have a brandy," West retorted, "along with a wedge of currant pie, a plate of cheese, a bowl of potato and turnip mash, and a beefsteak." Cassandra smiled. "I'll ask the doctor if you may have some broth." "Broth?" he repeated indignantly. "Come along, Hamlet," Pandora said, "before West decides he wants bacon as well.

He met my gaze then. We were sitting very close. The irises of his eyes were amazingly clear and brown, like some exotic spice dissolved in brandy. You need a challenge , he had told me, and I found it right there in his gaze, along with the promise that not only was I going to lose but I would enjoy it. -Ella's thoughts